"I did something," Amandla bit her lip, fidgeting with the hem of whoever's shirt she had on.
"What's wrong?" I closed my iPad, eyeing her with concern. Amandla is rarely like this.
She got on the bed and crawled to my side. I waited patiently for her to open up. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I slept with Dante," she let out in one go.
"Okay and...?" I inquired, not getting it. I sleep with Jackson too and there's nothing wrong with it.
"No, Emmy. I mean that, I, uh, well, I had s*x with him," she said. My eyes widened.
"Oh," was all I could manage. Wow, I didn't see that coming. "Well, uh, are you okay?" I asked her.
"I think so," she murmured quietly, looking down.
"Was this your first time?" She looked uncomfortable. I don't know how to take this.
"No," she said.
